Oh God, What's Wrong With Me? Why

I Am Brave, Though I Am Alone.

9p.m. My Flat. Feel Very Strange And Empty. Is All Very Well Thinking Everything Is Going To Be Different When You Come Back But Then It Is All The Same. Suppose I Have To Make It Different. But What Am I Going To Do With My Life? I Know. Will Eat Some Cheese.

There Are So Many Images Pushed At Women And So Many Ideas Of What You're Supposed To Be. I Think There's Too Much Of This Superwoman, This Woman With A Bottom Like Two Billiard Balls. There's No Real Celebration Of Just Being A Person.

It Occurred To Me That If Africa Needed Us, Sometimes We Needed Africa A Great Deal More.

Sink Into Morbid, Cynical Reflection On How Much Romantic Heartbreak Is To Do With Ego And Miffed Pride Rather Than Actual Loss